Transcript: 39. The Rillington Place Strangler (Part 2) | England

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Today’s show is the second episode of a two-part case. We recommend you listen to our episode “House of Horrors in Notting Hill (Part 1)” before listening to Part 2.

In 1950, 25-year-old Timothy Evans was convicted of murdering his wife Beryl and their 1-year-old daughter, Geraldine. Tim said that his neighbour, 51-year-old year-old John Reginald Christie was responsible for the murders, but nobody believed him. He was not granted a retrial and despite professing his innocence to the end, he was hanged later the same year.

Christie had served in World War I, but after a mustard gas attack, he returned home, scarred physically and emotionally. After a couple of prison stints and nearly a decade of separation from his wife, he seemed to have pulled himself back together. He even worked as a special constable, patrolling the streets of Notting Hill, but he abused his position of power. He was known to turn a blind eye to women who worked in the sex trade, providing they slept with him. 

Christie had murdered two women in the early 1940s, but their bodies had not been discovered at the time of Tim’s trial. Christie could very well have gotten away with murder, if the urge to kill again did not get the better of him.

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At Tim Evans’ trial in 1950, Christie’s previous criminal offences were made public and as a consequence, he lost his job at the Post Office Savings Bank. He fell into depression and lost 28lbs (that’s more than 10kilograms). He had been unemployed for eight months, when he found a clerical position with British Road Transport Services. He managed to hang on to this job for two years. 

He could keep up appearances once again: he seemed like any other unremarkable man trying to make a living in post-war London. It is said that he was fastidious about keeping the house in order and would make a point of having dinner ready when Ethel came home from work. That was rather unusual at the time, for a 1950s husband to take the chores of cooking and cleaning upon himself. Perhaps it was his guilty conscience about everything he did behind Ethel’s back that made him want to deceive her by playing the part of a good husband. Or perhaps it was his desire to be in control that made him take charge of the household.

Neighbours would say that he was courteous, always tipping his hat as he walked past, greeting them. He was not known to be very sociable and simply seemed like the introverted type. If neighbourhood kids played in the street outside of 10 Rillington Place, he was quick to tell them to keep the noise down. Nobody would ever have suspected that this keen gardener was in fact tending to the graves of two murder victims in his backyard: Ruth Fuerst and Muriel Eady. 

At the same time their murders occurred, in 1943, London was the scene of many brutal crimes. Serial killers were having a field day. At night, all streets lights were turned off in what was called “Blackout”, an attempt to protect the city from aerial attacks. Unfortunately, it also gave the cover of darkness to many criminals. Crimes like looting and housebreaking were commonplace, and the number of sexual assaults and murders increased too. 

Harry Dobkin, was a man who killed his wife and then hid her body in the basement of a bombed-out church in Lambeth, central London. When he was caught, he admitted that he had hoped people would assume she was a victim of an air raid. 

Evil men seemed to capitalise on the chaos of the war. Police were low on man-power, and many crimes went undetected. One of these killers who roamed the streets of post-war London, was Neville Heath, also known as The Lady Killer. He was responsible for the brutal, sexually charged murders of at least two women in 1946.

The Acid Bath Murderer, John George Haigh, also operated during the same time as Christie. He was a fraudster who would live in hotels and check out without paying. He would become acquainted with wealthy people and worm his way into their lives before killing them and selling their assets for personal gain.

He would dispose of his victims’ bodies by placing them in barrels filled with concentrated sulphuric acid. The bodies, flesh AND bone, simply melted away. He would give it a day or two, until all the remains had been reformed by the acid and pour the sludge into the sewer. 

The Acid Bath Murders was a big news scoop at the time and, all eyes were on Haigh who had murdered six people between 1944 and 1948. 

Then there was also the Chalk Pit Murderer, Thomas Lee. He was an Australian politician, whose political opponents often disappeared or jumped off cliffs. He was arrested in the UK for kidnapping, torturing and killing a man, leaving his body in a chalk pit.

New bodies turned up every week. It was perhaps because of all these people disappearing and ending up murdered, that John Reginald Christie’s crimes remained undetected for as long as it did. 

After the trial of Tim Evans, the landlord of Rillington Place sold the property. The new landlord was Jamaican-born Charles Brown. Brown was one of many people who flocked to London from the West Indies in the 1950s. The Christies did not get on with Charles Brown. They complained to him for allowing other Jamaicans to stay in ‘their’ building. The problem mainly emanated from racism, with the Christies being uncomfortable about living in the same building as people of colour. 

Christie guarded the back garden like a hawk, clearly fearing the new neighbours could discover the bodies of Ruth Fuerst and Muriel Eady. He was a mess and visited his doctor 33 times in eight months, seeking help for anxiety and insomnia.

In early December of 1952, out of the blue, he quit his job. He told his boss that he had found a better job in Sheffield and that he was planning on leaving London in early 1953. Soon after, Ethel, his wife of 30 years, disappeared. Christie told neighbours that Ethel had already moved to Sheffield to set up their new home. To other people he said that she was with her sick sister in Birmingham. 

None of this was true. Ethel had the misfortune of becoming Christie’s fifth victim. He planned out her murder and a way to keep her family at bay. On the 10th of December, Ethel wrote a letter to her sister and asked Christie to post it. He never sent it, but he told her that he had. He kept the letter, as his plan to get Ethel out of the way was about to be put into action.

The next day Ethel went to her friend Rosie to watch TV. The following day she took her washing to Maxwell Laundries and seemed cheerful. She never mentioned to anyone that she had plans to go away, let alone leave London for good.

On Sunday the 14th of December 1952 – John Reginald Christie strangled his wife Ethel in bed. He would later say that she was choking on medication. It was sleeping tablets that he received from hospital for his insomnia. He believed that she tried to end her life, because of all the stress with the Jamaican neighbours at Rillington Place. But she did not simply fall asleep, she was choking, gasping for air. He couldn’t stand to see her suffer, so he strangled her. 

He did not abuse her body sexually like his other victims. He left her in bed for two days before disposing of her body. The day after her death, he changed the date on Ethel’s letter to her sister from the 10th to the 15th of December and posted it. He even sent some Christmas cards to relatives, signed: from ‘Ethel and Reg’. 

To dispose of his wife’s body, he lifted the floorboards, and placed her below, where he kept her. He said he didn’t want to be separated from her, he wanted to keep her close, in the house with him. 

This couple seemed to be a solid team, devoted to each other. Even though Christie was unfaithful to Ethel, they supported each other in other ways and it was hard to believe that he would end her life. Later on, police theorised that after Christie and Ethel performed abortions, when they would take the young ladies into the parlour to recover and regain consciousness. One time Ethel walked in as he was interfering with an unconscious girl, who had just had an abortion. She was appalled and threatened to expose him to police. That is when he decided Ethel had to go.

There was another theory too, perhaps more plausible. It was that Ethel figured out what had really happened to Beryl and Geraldine and that Christie allowed Tim Evans to be accused of killing his own wife and daughter and watched him go to the gallows for a crime he did not commit.

Two days after Ethel’s death, Christie sold her wedding band to a local jeweller. He kept writing letters to her sister in Sheffield, explaining that he was writing on Ethel’s behalf as her rheumatism prevented her from writing herself.

Christie spent the festive season by himself at 10 Rillington Place, with the decomposing body of Ethel to keep him company. In the first week of January of 1953, he sold most of their furniture. He was sleeping on a mattress and only had one chair in the parlour. Things were spiralling out of control.

Ethel’s sister continued correspondence with her, but never received any letters back from Ethel. Her brother also hadn’t heard from her and their letters to Ethel and Christie went unanswered.

Before the end of March, three more women would be dead. Rita Nelson was a young lady who found herself with an unwanted pregnancy. She met Christie at a café, Lyons’ Teashop. Rita worked as a waitress and was a robust, colourful woman. She had a criminal record for theft, public drunkenness and soliciting. Christie was charmed by her Northern Ireland accent and had to have her. He offered a solution to her pregnancy problem. That is how Rita became his next victim. He followed the same procedure as he had done with the other women: he drugged her with coal gas, strangled her and raped her. Then he simply placed her body in an alcove in the kitchen and closed it up with wall paper. 

Rita’s landlady reported her missing on the 19th of January, after Rita had not been home for a week. But Rita never turned up again. 

Christie’s next victim was an acquaintance of his, Kathleen Maloney. She was known as Kay, although Christie later referred to her as Kathy. Kay was full of life and had many brushes with the law. Charges included soliciting, assaulting a police officer and using ‘language most foul’. At one court she told magistrates: 

"I am happy-go-lucky and have had a few drinks".

She was a vagrant and friends said, as she had nowhere to stay, she would often go home with men. And if they gave her some money afterwards, it was a bonus. She spent most of her earnings on alcohol anyway.

Around the time of Ethel’s death, Christie went to a room with Kay and one of her friends. He convinced the friend to take her clothes off, so he could take nude photographs of her. Kay refused. Christie took off his own clothes and asked Kay to take photos of him and her friend. Kay complied, but her refusal to undress drove him wild with lust and he could not get her out of his mind. 

Christie saw Kay around town and felt sorry for her. He gave her some of Ethel’s old clothes. Kay told a bartender that someone offered her a place to stay – that someone was probably Christie.

So when he saw her towards the end of January, somewhat inebriated at a pub, he took her home. Earlier that night she admitted to someone that she had had the equivalent of eight pints of beer. She wasn’t really capable of defending herself, so it was not difficult to place the mask on her face that would render her unconscious. He then had sex with her, then strangled her. He left Kay’s body in the string chair in the kitchen all night, and came upon her the following morning. Some reports say he had a cup of tea with her body opposite him at the breakfast table. He placed her in the kitchen alcove along with Rita Nelson. 

Scottish born Hectorina MacLennon had been in London for a while. She had quite a bad reputation and a couple of arrests for soliciting. Hectorina, known to her friends as ‘Ena’ needed a place to stay. Christie overheard her talking to someone at a café and invited her to stay with him. But when she arrived with her boyfriend Alex Baker, Christie wasn’t impressed. Still, he let them stay. 

After three awkward days they left. Christie asked Ena to visit him one last time before they moved on, that is when he strangled her. Alex came, looking for her, concerned that she never came back after meeting with Christie. Christie said she never turned up. He even pretended to look for her with Alex, made him a cup of tea, and theorised about what could have happened to Ena. Of course, they never found her. Christie even followed up, finding Alex and asking him if Ena had turned up. All the while he knew she would never come back.

By the end of March, Christie’s anxiety got the better of him. He felt that it was time to move on before he was found out. He sublet his apartment to a Mr and Mrs Rilley, without the consent of his landlord. In fact, he pretended to be the landlord. He also swindled some money from the new tenants, by insisting they paid three months’ rent in advance. 

Christie took his dog, Judy, to the vet and had her put down. The cat he left with Mr and Mrs Rilley. Then he started drifting, moving around London in order to avoid capture.

The landlord of 10 Rillington Place heard about the new tenants and went to see them. He told the Rilleys that their rental agreement was not valid and kicked them out. Although they had lost their money, they were happy to leave, as there was a terrible stench in the apartment. The whole place was filthy and the smell of decomposition was strong. They did not know what caused the horrible smell and suspected it was coming from the factory next door.

With the ground floor apartment empty, the landlord allowed the upstairs tenant, Beresford Brown, to use the Christie’s old kitchen. Beresford Brown was a jazz musician from Jamaica.

The smell in the place was unbearable, so Beresford took it on himself to fix things up and clean the place out. When he wanted to install a shelf on the wall to put his wireless radio on, he found a sheet of wallpaper covering an alcove. As he removed the wallpaper, the horror of what was hiding in the walls of 10 Rillington Place was revealed. 

He saw the body of a woman, rolled up in a blanket, leaning forward with her back to the opening. The stench overwhelmed him and Beresford called for police. Police arrived in full force and this time, did a comprehensive search of the entire property. They started with the alcove in the dilapidated kitchen, pointed out by Beresford Brown. 

The first body was that of Ena MacLennan. Then they found the bodies of Rita Nelson and Kay Moloney, who were contorted into the space behind Ena. 

Police did not look good. Three years before they had searched the same property and sent a man to the gallows for murders. Yet, there were more bodies at the same address. This time, they would rip up floor boards and demolish the ceiling planks. If the killer was so brazen as to hide his victims inside the wall, where else could he have left them? That is when they found Ethel’s body beneath the floorboards in the parlour. She was also wrapped in a blanket, but unlike the women in the kitchen, she had nothing shoved between her legs.  

In the late-winter/early spring of the 1950s, the average temperature inside homes in London was just below 60 degrees Fahrenheit, or about 14 degrees Celcius. The kitchen at 10 Rillington Place was below street level and the alcove was kept at a constant 40 degrees, that’s 5 degrees Celcius. 

The bodies were definitely in a stage of decomposition, but they were quite well preserved, which made identification much easier. All three women had been strangled and then covered with blankets, tied with their own stockings or bras. Christie had tucked a vest between the legs of his victims, to serve as a makeshift diaper, after he had raped them.

Alex Baker identified Ena’s clothes when police presented him with it. The fact that Ena, Rita and Kay had criminal records, meant police had their fingerprints on file. They could positively identify the two women without much trouble.

Later pathologists found carbon monoxide in all three bodies. It found that all of them were in their mid-20s, had a pinkish colour due to the gas. They also found that Rita Nelson was six months pregnant, and Ena MacLennan six weeks.

Extending their search to the communal garden, police found the remains of Ruth Fuerst and Muriel Eady. The discovery was made by accident, when one officer realised that a human thighbone was supporting a fence. Identifying the remains proved to be quite a challenge. They examined dental records and were able to determine that one of the victims had a crown that had been fitted in Germany or Austria. When looking through missing person’s reports and found that Ruth Fuerst lived two blocks away from Christie at the time of her disappearance.

As a kind of time stamp, Christie had buried a newspaper from 1943 with Ruth’s body. When questioned by police, he claimed the Ruth Fuerst was madly in love with him and found the fact that he was a married man who was unavailable to her, irresistible. This of course, was Christie’s point of view. Ruth had just turned 21, weeks before her murder. Christie was more than 20 years older than her and not particularly desirable. One account said that he always looked like he had just stepped out of a cold shower: timid and shaky.

Christie admitted that after the police search in December 1942, when Beryl and Geraldine Evans’ bodies were found, his dog, Judy, dug up Muriel Eady’s skull from the back garden. He proceeded to dispose of it in a bombed-out house on St Mark’s Road nearby. This was corroborated by an autopsy of the skull that found the skull belonged to a woman aged 32-34 who had suffered from nasal Catarrh.

The shock when they realised how long ago Ruth and Muriel were murdered was intense. That means Christie had started killing a decade before. How many more victims were they looking for? 

Two women came forward, Mary O’Neill and Helen Sunderland. Mary said that she met Christie at the end of January 1953 and went back to Rillington Place with him. He reportedly wanted sex from her and when she said no, he said that she would not be missed if he killed her. Mary bluffed and told Christie that she had told a friend exactly where she was and who she was with. In doing so, she most probably saved her own life. Helen had a similar story, although she said that sex was never offered by her or expected by Christie. 

A strange find in the apartment was a tobacco tin with four clumps of pubic hair inside – none of which belonged to any of the victims. Could this be a trophy from other victims, or simply a keep-sake from his sexual indiscretions?

A large manhunt to find John Reginald Christie was launched. Police were able to confirm that he withdrew £10 from his wife’s banking account and that he was drifting around London. He slept in hostels for men, making no effort to disguise his identity, registering under his real name. He went to various pubs and was spotted all over town. Christie was bald with a sharp face and thin lips and recognisable round, black-rimmed eyeglasses. Police knew that they would be able to identify him as soon as they saw him.

His photo was in every newspaper. Articles about the gruesome findings at 10 Rillington Place featured on every front page. People swarmed to the property to have a look for themselves. Some even took keepsakes: pieces of debris that were left after police excavated the property. Looting became commonplace during the Blitz bombings a decade earlier and people wanted a part of what they knew would be an historic case. 

The public also reported sightings of anyone resembling Christie and police were on high alert. Christie called a newspaper and said he was ready to turn himself in. Police were hunting him like a dog and he was tired of it. He was cold and lost and did not have a change of clothes. But when the journalist set up a rendezvous. Christie saw the journalist with two policemen close by, so he ran away and left the journalist waiting. 

On March 31st,  a man fitting Christie’s description was stopped on the embankment near Putney Bridge. Just in front of the old Star and Carter Pub. The police officer noticed the man, as it looked like he was about to jump into the Thames. The officer approached him and politely asked if he was looking for employment. The man said that he was waiting for his employment papers to come through. When asked to identify himself, the man said he was John Waddington. The man was John Reginald Christie. By this time he had been wandering the streets of London for 10 days. The last name he used was, his wife Ethel’s family name: Waddington.

The officer hailed a passing police van and Christie was bundled inside. On his person, police found his identity documents, as well as a newspaper clipping of an article about the remand of Tim Evans.

When he arrived at the station, he did not waste any time in trying to gain sympathy. He told them in his breathless voice:

“I have not been well for a long while, 18 months. I have been suffering from fibrositis and enteritis. I had a breakdown in hospital.”

Police did not take pity on him, as they had witnessed the horror of his actions back at his home.

Christie confessed to four murders, the bodies which had been found at 10 Rillington Place. Police confronted him with the fact that they had dug up two more bodies in the garden, and Christie started talking. He said he killed Ethel because she was choking anyway. The other women were all women of ill repute and he said that they were the aggressors. 

His story about Rita Nelson’s murder was quite ridiculous: he said that he had met her on the street and she demanded money from him. When he refused to give it to her, she threatened that she would scream and accuse him of assaulting her. He walked away and she followed him into his home, where her hysterical behaviour continued. She took a frying pan and wanted to hit him with it. A scuffle ensued and she fell backwards onto a chair that had a rope hanging from it. Christie claimed he then blacked out and woke up to find that Rita had been strangled due to this unfortunate incident. He made himself a cup of tea, then went to bed. The next morning, he prepared the alcove so he could hide her body inside.

As for Kay Maloney, he remembered taking her home and disposing of her body, he could not remember killing her however. Christie later said: 

"It was little Kathy I felt sorry for. She was a sweet kid... I felt sorry for her."

With a monster like Christie, one can only but question the sincerity of his statement. This was probably the most remorse he showed.

He refused to confess to the murder of 18-month-old Geraldine Evans. And seeing as Tim was charged only with Geraldine’s murder and not Beryl’s, Christie’s denial also absolves him from any guilt regarding Tim’s wrongful execution. Also, strangling an innocent child would make him – in the public’s eyes – an even bigger monster. He could justify the killings of the women, whom he all portrayed as being of loose morals and deserving of it, but there was no way to talk his way out of killing a toddler.

He was charged with six murders, but could only be tried for one. The Crown decided the strongest case would be to charge him with the murder of his wife, Ethel Christie. An autopsy revealed that she did not have any sleeping tablets or medication in her system at the time of her death, so Christie’s explanation of assisted suicide was simply not true. Also, it would be easier to find a motive for killing his wife than explore his psychological issues and sexual deviance in killing the other women.

While on remand at Brixton prison, Christie had one photo up on his wall. It was not a photo of his wife or his beloved dog Judy, but a photo of himself. 

His trial began on the 22nd of June 1953. Proceedings took place in the same court room as the trial of Tim Evans did, three years earlier. But this time, Christie was not the star witness. The tables had turned and all eyes were on him. So many people attended the trial at the Old Bailey, there was only standing room.

The defence tried to push for an insanity plea. Guilty, but insane at the time of the murders. That would have been the only way to explain what had happened.

Christie took the stand and spoke eloquently, but kept his voice so low, that most people could not hear everything he said. He admitted that:

"All my life I've had this fear of appearing ridiculous as a lover."

The most disconcerting question during the trial was when he was asked how many people he had killed. You could hear a pin drop in the courtroom as Christie’s raspy voice cut through the silent anticipation:

 “I don’t know.”

He explained the circumstances of Beryl Evans’ death, by saying that he only helped her to end her own life. He found her in her apartment, lying on the floor in front of the fire and the place smelled of gas. He opened a window to avoid an explosion. He claimed she offered to have sex with him if he would kill her afterwards. He refused, because of his ailing back. Then he took a piece of gas tubing, which he held to her face and when she was unconscious, he strangled her.

Beryl’s body was exhumed in May 1953 and another autopsy was performed. The results confirmed the original post-mortem examination: that Beryl’s cause of death was strangulation. No traces of gas or carbon monoxide poisoning were found, contradicting Christie’s statement that she was in the process of killing herself. Also that he had used his usual method to render her unconscious.

After a four day trial, on the 25th of June 1953, John Reginald Christie was sentenced to death. He showed little remorse, in fact he looked proud of his skill as a killer. He saw himself as an unwitting participant in all the murders and in some cases, like Ethel and Beryl’s murders, an angel of mercy.

He did not appeal his sentence and admitted to all the murders, except, of course, for the murder of 1-year-old Geraldine. 

Considering that in today’s world, there is a legal term, for killing an unborn child. ‘Child Destruction’ in British Law (or Foeticide in the US) is… quote:

“…the crime of killing an unborn but viable foetus, that is, a child capable of being born alive before it has a separate existence.” Unquote.

That would include the loss of life of the unborn baby of Rita Wilson who was six months pregnant. Although she was not yet 24 weeks pregnant, Beryl Evans’ unborn child also died with her. Which brings Christie’s known body count up to 10.

John Reginald Halliday Christie was hanged a couple of weeks after sentencing at Pentonville Prison, by the same executioner who carried out Tim Evans’ haning: Albert Pierrepoint. What Christie’s last thoughts must have been, dying at the same gallows as Tim Evans, one can only wonder. He probably did not even give Tim – or any of his victims – a second thought.

The public was appeased that Christie was made to pay the ultimate price for his crimes. However, it became evident that Christie also had the blood of Tim Evans on his hands. The fairness of the legal system was questioned and Tim’s case was widely discussed as being the greatest miscarriage of justice in English history at the time. Because he was hanged so soon after his sentence, it could not be undone. People were appalled at the thought that this could only be one of many cases of wrongful conviction. Calls to abolish the death penalty came from all over the country.

An inquiry was conducted immediately after Christie’s execution, led by John Scot Henderson. The outcome was to stand by the initial ruling. According to the official report, Christie’s confession about killing Beryl was false, which means that Tim Evans was guilty after all.

Most people in Britain were not happy about this. Chances of two violent murderers living in the same building at the same time were slim. Other people firmly believed that, despite Christie’s confession about killing Beryl Evans, the original verdict that found Tim Evans guilty was correct. Because Christie never admitted to little Geraldine’s murder, opinions remained divided. It still does, even to this day. However, the majority of people believe that Tim was as much of a victim of Christie as the women were.

Tim’s mother, Thomasina Probert, kept advocating to clear her son’s name. She even appealed directly to the Queen, begging for another inquest into the 1950 case against him. 

In the end, Tim’s case played a vital role in the abolition of the death penalty in England in 1965. The Brabin Inquiry was a full judicial investigation that was conducted in the early 60s. In 1966, 16 years after he was executed, Tim Evans finally received a post-humus Royal Pardon. Surprisingly, not because Brabin believed him to be completely innocent. The report stated that Tim was probably responsible for Beryl’s death and Christie probably killed Geraldine. But seeing as Tim was only tried and convicted of Geraldine’s murder, his sentence was reversed. His body was exhumed from the prison cemetery and reburied in a cemetery in Leytonstone, London.

Had anyone listened to the simple-minded Tim Evans back in the day, four of Christie’s victims could have been saved.

The gruesome story of events that played out between 1943 to 1953 was made into a film in the 1970s, called 10 Rillington Place, with the late Sir Richard Attenborough in the role as Christie and the late Sir John Hurt playing Tim Evans. The movie was filmed on location in the actual Rillington Place and gives a good feeling of the clausterphobic living conditions. Attenborough’s portrayal of Christie also gives a chilling insight into the dark and twisted world of one of England’s most notorious serial killers. 

The street, Rillington Place no longer exists today. It was renamed Ruston Close after Christie’s execution, due to the influx in public interest in the address. In the late-fifties, the new tenant was Jamaican-born ex-RAF corporal, Gaston King. He was a plumber by trade, but struggled to find a job. He was a refined man who felt embarrassed by his living conditions. In an interview with a newspaper, he said that during his first year in the house, he was often woken up by the stifling presence of a woman in his room. He was desperate to end the visits and resorted to burning incense in an attempt to ‘smudge’ her spirit away. 

The house of horrors at 10 Rillington Place, Notting Hill was demolished in the 1970s. But the memory of what happened there, will never be erased from history.

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